At the age of 20 I worked as a ticket girl at a "gentleman's club". I viewed the women who stripped on stage with a mix of awe and fear- goddesses in lucite heels who would hustle the customers for their last dollar. The lights were dimmed onstage highlighting only the pleasing curves and the women knew how to accentuate what the customers came to see. But backstage the illusion wore off. Backstage they sat around eating dinner, complaining about their boyfriends and laughing about how their tampons had fallen out during a private dance. Within this environment the only sleaze came from the customers while the showgirls simply smiled and took their money backstage to count.